fourth trial

[stagemanagers]

[When the investigation finishes, the lights begin to flicker on and off as that low, gentle rumble echoes through the opera house. Again for those investigating the grounds the outdoor lights illuminating the still night flicker to get their attention.

Your intermission is ending. Please return to your trial room.

The court room looks just as it did before: the grand chandelier glittering above your heads, the dusty red velvet seats. In the orchestra pit your circle of wooden podiums are waiting. Angus, Riley and Shilo's podiums are draped in black crepe with their greyscale funerary portraits, just like your friends before them. The ghost light glows softly behind the podiums.

The curtain is closed, waiting to open when a decision has been reached and the execution can commence.

When everyone is in their places, the Phantom's voice echoes loud and clear through the theatre from his place in box 5. He still sounds distracted, just as he was for his other public appearance this week, like there are other things weighing on his mind.]

You must now determine who was responsible for the death of Shilo Wallace. Submit your vote on the podiums when you are certain of your choice.

[Gather your evidence and let's begin.]

Comments

[inside_yourmind]

Sound enough logic.

[He still seems a little quiet, maybe distracted.]

Motivations have nothing to do with whether or not a trial occurs. Red did kill Richard.

[likemypicture]

What's with you lately?

[inside_yourmind]

What do you mean?

[likemypicture]

You're weirder than usual.

[inside_yourmind]

What do you mean by that?

[holyspit]

You're actually admitting you have feelings.

[inside_yourmind]

I...said that Dr. Browning's logic was sound.

[what are you talking about]

[holyspit]

Yeah, but you actually sound upset about all this! Again! Because you know it's bad and that guy is probably just trying to trick you!

[inside_yourmind]

Are you going to waste trial time yelling at me again? Because it seems to me as though you've made very little progress.

[holyspit]

Yes! I can multitask!

[He cannot.]

[musacal]

...She's got a point, you know.

You seem... affected. Again.

[ are you SAD yet mother fucker ]

[inside_yourmind]

I am not affected.

[He said, affectedly.

...actually his tone is pretty flat.]

[musacal]

[ sure jantom




also she's noting that tone ]

...If you say so.

[likemypicture]

That you're already a really weird guy, but you seem... [like henry would get, sometimes. it was never a good sign.]

Normally you're consistent. All, here I am, big scary mysterious above-it-all Mr. Mask, but... If there's something up, we should know, if it concerns us.

[inside_yourmind]

There have been no further changes in the rules, or in the trial system. Please, continue with what you were doing.

[likemypicture]

[She points at her eyes, then points at him, then back at her eyes with two fingers.]

Fine. After this.